so my nose had a short sharp argument with a cricket ball this morning. the cricket ball won, and after the blood cleared, i am starting to think my nose is broken. goodbye dashing good looks ( Read more... )

picture the scene.

tuesday night. really bored. what to do? call the guy with the car, pump some tunes, go for a spin, and abuse passers by. yes, tonight matthew, i will be a 15 year old townie girl.

( 36 crazyfists? thats 18 whole, mad people! )

things, that in my better than usual good mood, i've decided i really like. lots ( Read more... )

i have a new favourite show.

forget skankt + grebo, forget alkaline trio, dare i say, even forget finch + brand new; hot jazz and country skiffle is the way forward.

last night saw the wonder that was hot club of cowtown play the bristol bierkeller, supported more than capably by dynamo's rhythm aces. a note about this trio: they are a 'covers' ( Read more... )

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the kind of photo caption writers dream about.

( give it a go, why dontcha? )

garden cuttings + fuel + camera = pictures.

( 13: fire in the disco )

just incase anyone was at all concerned: i wasn't 'ill' yesterday. i was merely completely blitzed. "pass them round, pass them round ( Read more... )

and i just got blink 182 tickets for cardiff. score.

and you know what? i don't care because i'm not hyardkizore punk.

and i have some headache. lean as a buh-itch last night. i need toast. with marmite.

and some orange juice.

and vitamins, please.

< dying noises, chest implodes>

ick.

++ cricket in 3 hours. no.

( now thats what i call shoesic )